Kim just moved to Seaford, right from the beginning she knows she's not fitting in. But when Jack, the schools heartthrob, starts taking an interest in her, Donna (Jacks personal obsessor) is out for blood. With the entire school at her throat, what will Kim do? Then, of course, there's always the death threats that seem to be tailing her everywhere she goes... Kick/Jace!

"Kim, I don't understand," Mike said shaking his head. "I thought we had something going on?" I understood what he was saying. Although we just met, like, and hour ago, we had been flirting back and fourth the whole flipping time. Part of the reason being I thought it would help me get over Brody; sweet, clumsy, adorable Brody.

I felt maybe a teensy weensy bit guilty, had I been leading Mike on?

But not guilty enough to forget Grace's warning.

Stay away from them Kim; I told myself, stay strong.

Grace chose this time to scream a Columbian War chant, quickly running around the room and shoving them out.

"Where did that come from?" I asked, bewildered.

She smiled sheepishly, "Jerry taught it to me…"

I laughed, the poor lovesick puppy.

"You're so into Jack!" Grace said sadly, "you need to get over him, before he hurts you."

Maybe we were both lovesick puppies.

Now, that was a major problem, I probably don't need to tell you this, but being attracted to two guys a week after a breakup is pretty sad. Not only does it show how NOT in love I was, but it also shows how unattached we were. Most girls, (most meaning Kara) would be scolding me right now.

But then again, Kara didn't have death threats lingering over her head with a peculiar assumption that her ex was somehow involved.

Brody and I were too different to begin with, no matter how much I loved him; I knew it wouldn't work out.

And it had taken me until now to realize that.

"I'm gonna get something to drink…" I said.

Without waiting for a response, I climbed around her and went downstairs.

When I reached the kitchen, Jack appeared to be drinking some milk. For some reason, this totally grossed me out.

That reason being he was drinking it from the container.

Ew.

Just…EW, and maybe a little hot.

Again with the ew reference.

He was wearing a shirt (thank god) and some pajama pants that had probably been borrowed from Grace's dad. All in all, he looked pretty sexy.

Wait- SEXY!

I was absolutely furious with myself, I mean, I've never called a guy that. The most ever said being hot or cute. And with um, the events that had taken place, I knew I shouldn't be thinking such things. It distracted me, and let's face it. I couldn't afford any distractions right now.

I was about to turn around from the scene and skip the much-needed drink I had come down for, when he noticed me.

"Kim?" He asked, a surprised tone added to his voice.

I smirked, "Jack."

"What do you want?"

Oh no, I need something, an excuse of some sort…

"Relax Jackie, I just wanted a drink." Stick to the truth, good call Kim, good call...

He relaxed, "Sorry about that."

"It's cool," I walked over to the refrigerator and found myself another carton of milk. "Do you know where the cups are?"

He reached up and opened a cabinet that was directly behind him, taking out a glass.

"Thank you," I tried taking the cup from him, but he shriveled away.

"Nope, not until you tell me why you like Mike."

"I don't like Kyle," I said, frowning.

"Dude, its Mike not Kyle."

"Whatever, why don't you just sue me while your at it! Can I have the cup now?"

"You still haven't answered my question," he pointed out.

"You asked me why I liked him, you never assumed that I was taking your advice. Did you?"

He considered for a moment, "no, I guess not. But that doesn't mean you don't like him."

"Why is this so important to you?"

Jack shrugged, "Because I've seen what it does to the girl. You know, after they break up."

While he was so care free, I decided to grab the cup. Quickly pouring my milk into it and taking a sip.

"Yummy…"

He smiled, "you have something, right there," he said gesturing to his upper lip.

"It's called a milk mustache dummy!" I said, licking it off.

He put both milk cartons away and turned to face me, "Pshhhh, I knew that…"

"No you didn't!"

"Yes I did!"

"Nope!"

"Yes!"

"Nada!"

Before he could say another yes, I told him to stop being a whiny baby. "I'm gonna go upstairs."

And so I did.

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